The Tour Page #3

Jadranka, you want my jacket?

-My legs are cold.

-You don't say.

When are we scheduled

to return home?

Well... sometime in spring.

If I ever catch them together again,

that's the end of them!

Sir... comrade...

when we agreed about the tour...

I was told that we would be

accommodated in a hotel.

Fooling around with a radical,

the whore!

There is no room in the hotel.

Not an inch of space.

The actors are tired,

theytravelled all that way...

-Doroeviae, have you seen my wife?

-No, Colonel, sir.

-And that Radical, Aleksiae?

-No, sir!

Where the hell are they hiding?

What do you want?

Accommodation, for the actors.

They travelled all day from Belgrade.

So, where's the f***ing problem?

What is the concept

of our program here?

In the morning you act for civilians,

in the afternoon, for the army.

Why in the morning?

How do you thinkyou're going

to get there the same day?

-Get where?

-To the front lines.

Dear actors...

Welcome to Srbobran.

The last bastion of Serbhood before

Turkish invasion and Croat Ustashas.

You are sitting amongst real Serbs.

But also, amongst those

who suddenly became Serbs.

They had taken off their Communist

costumes and put on new uniforms.

-Those of the Serbian army.

-What is this guy saying?

We, The White Eagles, did not wait

for the fall of communism.

We already knew

which nation we belong to.

I'll show you, you piece of sh*t!

Gentlemen... gentlemen!

As our poet Djura would say:

Are you my kin, you poor soles

Are you, too, drowning in woes

So you came here at once

So we could get to know

One another better

Singing a sorrowful duet:

We are small but we know

That no one will want us like you

Tweet, tweet...

Over the Konjuh mountain

The wind is humming

The leaves are singing

Sorrowful songs

Their comrade is dead

The coal miner is dead

They eat him for breakfast

The Partisans have a feast

Follow me, brothers!

Charge!

Marija Karanoviae.

I am the teacher here.

-Misko. Nice to meet you.

-I know.

Who wouldn't know you?

I saw you in "Corolian".

-He's quite the lady-killer, isn't he?

-I don't know.

No, no... he isn't.

Oh yes, he is. He can fool around

in Belgrade, but not here.

-This guy will kill you.

-Yes, he will!

He almost killed me

at least a hundred times!

But I don't care! Go on!

Go on, kill me!

At least you'll free me

from this life in misery!

Misko,

please take me away from here.

I want to go to Belgrade with you.

I want to go to the theatre

every evening.

Alert!

-Stanislav, where are you?!

-Here I am.

Monday,

December 1 3, 1993

-Adventure with whom?

-I can't tell you that.

Now I address the audience:

He can't tell me?!The old coquette.

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